Wow. The past 24 hours or so have been one hell of a ride.
O before I go further I can’t remember if I have said this before but I can NOT spell nor do I punctuate unless it is !!!!! Usually after a YEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAW! For we writers it’s called a “writing style”! I can hear those chuckles out there…you know who you are!
So back to day 12. Late last night I absolutely fell apart. I called off the surgery and then called that famous 5050505. Sorry I know you want to read that I then found the courage and inner strength to not order or at least not answer the door like we aint home. (Think they would fall for that?) Or surely you didn’t eat it. Of course you didn’t eat more than 1 slice.
Hell no I ate the whole damn thing!!! (Like that punctuation) O I wasn’t done. I ate the bread sticks too and drank a 20oz and a little more of another 20oz. This morning I went to Chick-Filet and I ate 12 chicken minis. Lunch I had a really good ol greasy bacon cheeseburger and a coke.
You read it right. It was like I broke out from the insanity ward and went on drunken binge for 12 hours.
Surgery is back on and I am more confident than ever!!! I try to always use humor and sometimes that means using it to hide true emotions. I am an addict. I know I have said it before but I cannot stress it enough. I must admit it and the very fact that I have come to feel it and recognize it proves I am ready.
This is some serious stuff. But you know what? Just like any addiction it can be beat. I will fall now and then but I will continue to get up. I will keep true to myself, seek God’s infoment wisdom and lean on my family and friends.
And occasionally gorge out!
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